บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Other Brother: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Elena's Point Of ViewThe old man didn’t say anything for a long, agonizing minute. I could see the questions swirling in the depths of his dark eyes… questions about why she seems familiar, about how I’d found her, and probably about why I looked like I was ready to burn the whole ballroom down if anyone so much as breathed in her direction. But I didn't give him an inch. I just stood there with my hand anchored on her waist, feeling the small, rhythmic trembles of her body against mine, and I smiled. It wasn't my business smile. It was the smile of a man who had finally found the piece of the puzzle he didn't even know was missing.Pops nodded slowly, his gaze finally breaking away from mine to settle on Elena with a look that was surprisingly soft. "She’s very beautiful, Jaxx," he said, his voice carrying that gravelly weight of authority. "You sure have good eyes for good things... just like me."I felt the tension in Elena’s shoulders give way just a fraction, but the moment th

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe music swelled and dipped, the final notes of the waltz vibrating through the soles of my shoes as Jaxx's grandfather led me back toward where Jaxx stood.The old man moved with a frighteningly steady grace, his hand warm and dry against mine, each step measured and deliberate.I felt like I was being escorted by history itself… by decades of power and legacy condensed into one elegant figure.Jaxx was watching us with an expression I couldn't quite name… intense, proprietary, and maybe a little surprised. His eyes never left me, tracking every movement, every breath. The weight of his gaze made my skin tingle."Let me return you to him before he decides to start a war with his own grandfather," the old man said, his voice a low rumble that held equal parts amusement and affection. I couldn't help it; I laughed. It was a nervous, airy sound, but it felt good, like releasing pressure from a valve I didn't know was building.He stopped in front of Jaxx and gentl

Elena's Point Of ViewThe air in the room didn't just feel heavy anymore; it felt like it had been replaced by pure, uncut electricity, crackling against my skin with every shallow breath. I stood there, trapped between the towering, damp heat of his body and the terrifying weight of his words.I'll rather die than hurt you.Was he serious? Was this some kind of twisted, dark romance fever dream? I searched his eyes for the punchline, for the smirk, for the "gotcha" that would make my world make sense again. My pulse hammered in my throat, each beat a question I was too afraid to ask aloud. But it wasn't there. His face was a mask of jagged, raw sincerity… the kind that strips away all pretense and leaves only truth. He looked like a man who had just handed me the keys to his kingdom and told me to burn it down if I felt like it. The vulnerability in his expression scared the hell out of me. I'd seen Jaxx confident, commanding, even arrogant, but never this exposed, never this break

Elena’s Point Of ViewMy mouth hung open in a silent, jagged gasp. I lay sprawled across this mahogany table like a sacrifice, the wood cool against my feverish skin while Jaxx knelt between my legs with a focus that was terrifyingly absolute.He didn't look like a man joking around. He looked like a predator who had finally reached the climax of a very long, very patient hunt. The intensity radiating from him made the air feel thick, charged with something primal and inescapable.The shock of his words… the "wife you up" part, the "binded to me" part, still rattled around my skull, making me wonder if he'd lost his mind or if I'd lost mine for staying. Those weren't casual promises whispered in the heat of passion. They sounded like vows, like declarations carved in stone. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a question I couldn't answer.But then he reached out, his hands large and warm, and gripped my ankles with surprising gentleness. The contrast between his predatory sta

Jaxx's Point Of ViewI didn't stop. Even when I felt the violent, rhythmic tremors of her release clamping down on me, I kept going. I needed her to feel every bit of my weight, every inch of the claim I was staking. Her scream still echoed in the high corners of the suite, a jagged, beautiful sound that made my blood sing.The raw vulnerability in that cry… uninhibited, completely mine, sent a primal satisfaction coursing through me. I drove into her one last time, deep enough to touch her soul, and finally let go, emptying everything I was into her while the world narrowed down to the feel of her nails dragging down my back. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by our ragged breathing. I eased out of her slowly, a low groan vibrating in my throat at the loss of that incredible heat. Elena's body sagged against mine, her head dropping onto my shoulder as if her bones had turned to liquid.The fierce woman who'd commanded a room full of Chicago's elite just hours ago now